Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
3 in the kitchen,
5 in the dining room,
4 around the game table working a puzzle,
3 wandering around looking for something to do,
2 upstairs taking naps,
and dad is at church borrowing the projector.
It is a typical Christmas afternoon.
Everyone is home this year.
So far it has been a success.
The tree is still standing and coffee is constantly being brewed.
The fire has refused to successfully light but Hannah isn't quitting.
Dad's home now. He walked in with a plate of goodies (thanks Carolyn S!).
The roof on the gingerbread house has split and is sliding down toward the table.
Last night Jack was asked what he wanted for Christmas he said: A sled and a hippopotamus. I told him he wasn't getting a sled for Christmas. He very contently said, "OK."
I then informed him that we couldn't have another pet in base housing. He tried to come up with a solution. I just told him to take it up with the hard-to-get-along with housing lady.
I suggested that he hope for a couple of toys.
My seat here at the table is getting a little warm and I'm getting tired of sitting up I think I'll go look for an empty couch.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Which should win?
Should I go see Jack sing "Away in a Manger" with all his fellow MDOers
Should I drive the AWANA girls over to an assisted living home to carol and deliver handmade beaded bracelets to the elderly?
Support my child or teach the next generation how to minister to the widows?
Let me add that Jack's daddy could not be at the program, so no one would be there to see him.
Let me also add that I am the director for the AWANA girls and that I planned this whole thing a couple months ago.
Both events were tonight.
Want to know what I did?
At 5:00 I took the boys to First United Methodist Church to eat the meal that was provided before the Christmas program.
They started serving at 5:15. And it was the most delicious baked ziti I have EVER had. It was so good that my boys ate all that was on their plate and asked for mine.... They also asked for my ice tea.
I cleaned them up real good (red sauce) and after a little discipline session Jack was good to go.
Jack went to his class, I ran to the van with Ty, we made it to church 5 minutes late.
My friend Sarah kindly became responsible for Jack after I left.
Jack sang beautifully --I'm told. He actually SANG! I was thinking there would be a "deer in the headlights" look on his face the whole time.
He got delivered to our church after the program.
Back to Ty and me.... Ty to his class and I jumped in the driver's seat of the running church van and headed to Royal Estates with the girls.
The girls (AWANA students at church) have been working the previous two weeks on bracelets. They came out beautifully. Our talented leaders wrapped them in Christmas boxes with ribbons. It was a wonderful gift.
We wanted to take these women presents. They don't get a lot of visitors and they sure don't get many Christmas gifts. Our girls also made homemade cookies for the men.
We made small, medium and large bracelets. Some were red and green, some different shades of blue, some amber colored and some were all colored.
We looked at the women's wrist before we gave each one the bracelet. We wanted them to fit.
God blessed these ladies tonight, he blessed me by being able to witness something that I'm sure He was responsible for.
It was this:
Every bracelet fit the recipient, all 25 that we gave out --with one exception (and we swapped hers).
Not only that, but the bracelets matched what the ladies were wearing! And two of the ladies commented on how those were "their colors." our boxes were wrapped. We did not know what the bracelet inside looked like, only the approximate size. What a God we have, that He matched up the gifts with each little old lady.
He loves us.
He let my girls see the delight and appreciation on the ladies face when they heard the singing. He let my girls see the surprise on the ladies faces when they saw that we had a gift for them.
Some put the gift aside so they could focus on the ones who came to bless them.
Some let the girls help them open the presents.
It was so fun.
I feel like I'm rambling on here, that this post is not smooth.
Now that the evening is over, I think Jack doesn't mind too much that both his parents missed his program. I'm pretty sure he knows we love him.
I think that if we constantly demonstrate (and verbalize) our love for him that he will not be bothered if we sometimes miss his programs. I want him to learn from us how to serve. I don't want him to think our world revolves around him. I want him to learn that our world revolves around loving God by serving people. I want him to join us in serving.
I think he'll get it.
Chris and Sarah, I'll be over SOON to watch the video of Jack and Noelle's program.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Here is the update.
Ty's shoes came in. Turns out, I hadn't bought Stride Rite... In a moment of humility I decided to purchase cheaper shoes. No, I'll call it a "moment of pregnancy brain" cause I consider it an investment in my children's feet when I buy them shoes that fit them correctly and don't hurt their feet.
No don't everyone get all upset with me and think that I'm looking down on you for buying your kids affordable shoes. I'm not. You do what you want to do. What I'm saying is, my children don't communicate well enough with me to convey that the shoes they are wearing are rubbing them or too small or hurt or whatever. And I'm not sharp enough to look at their feet and the shoes and figure out if they are wearing the right size.
I want to be sure I'm not crushing their toes so I usually take them to a shoe store with a clerk who is paid to know whether or not the shoes hurt my children's feet... I'd say their job is not unlike that of a veterinarian. They've got to figure out the problem without the patient giving them any verbal clues as to what's wrong.
I ordered Jack a pair of Stride Rite 9.5 wide leather Velcro shoes.
Jack's shoes came in. They WERE Stride Rite. Just like I ordered. They WERE size 9.5, just like I'd ordered. They were NOT wide....
Just like I'd ordered.
That will be credited to pregnancy brain for sure!
So, the kid has been wearing thin socks, and he says they don't hurt (not that I really trust him).
He wore the shoes, which had a few little scuff marks on the toe (as advertised) for about three days.
End of day three, the leather on the toe of the right shoe was torn open. It has a whiteish line across it where he tore it open. Another week goes by, the left shoe is matching.
Either that last child was gentle on the shoes and didn't break the leather or wore them to the border of the breaking point or... Stride Rite has disappointed me by their "un Jack proof" shoe.
Right now I'm not in the market for new shoes.
Ty is toughing it out and Jack will be getting thin socks for Christmas.
Monday, December 7, 2009
HEB is your source for photo cards this year.
They have the cutest / coolest designs.
And you can edit them an unlimited number of ways.
Enter the code: NewCustomer
and get $5 off your first order.
So if you buy 20 photo cards at $7, enter the code when you check out, you will end up with a total of $2.
I bought 40 for less than $10.
I haven't seen a better price anywhere, and
you can pick them up in an hour!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Did that make since? I am experiencing brain loss so if you don't understand what I'm saying it's not you, it's me. In the last post I spelled the word "wear" (as in you wear clothes) "ware". And I knew that was wrong. I thought and I thought and couldn't come up with the right way to spell it. I tried "wair" and that looked even worse so I just stuck with "ware." whatever. Ya'll are sharp. I thought you'd figure it out.
So anyway, about my neighbors.
It's possible they think I'm crazy.
More than likely they think I'm crazy.
I'd think I was crazy.
Take our current duplex mates for example, every now and then when the kids are asleep and we are resting on the couch (next to the stairs) we hear their footsteps. That's all, their footsteps. They are a little younger than Mike and me, have no kids and a couple of dogs. They are pretty quiet.
...are not quiet.
I've asked "J" (neighbor) if he can hear us, he told me no. I can't imagine that being correct.
He probably just didn't want to have to ever admit that he thought there might be child abuse in the house and failed to report it.
I'd go into all the ways we make noise, but if you have ever been around preschoolers, you can imagine. It's loud. I discipline. Children cry. I sometimes use an "outside voice" when trying to get through to the kids. Jack jumps. Ty falls down stairs. Mike plays guitar hero. Dogs bark.
I'm just always too embarrassed about what our neighbors might think of us already to invite them over. "Oh, no... we're not going over there. We'll stay on our safer side of the building." Is probably what they'd say.
Here, I'll give you a story from this week:
Our yard needs mowing. It's got dry grass that is a little scraggly looking and needs to be trimmed for the winter. I decide I'll let the boys ride their vehicles across the street on the sidewalk while I mow. I can watch them just fine and it will only take me about 5 minutes to be done. The street is not busy.
So, Jack gets on his helmet and then his tricycle and heads across the street. He turns left and starts to ride. I stay back and help Ty get his Cozy Coupe across. By the time Ty and I make it to the sidewalk, Jack is at the next to last house on our street.
I holler for him to turn around now.
He doesn't hear.
I watch to see if he will turn around on the driveway of the last house.
The only thing I can do now is run his direction till I'm in shooting (I mean shouting) range.
So I do. Remember I'm pregnant? Just checking.
I jog/sprint down to the end of the street. Jack's turned the corner and is heading around the block.
I yell again.
He hears this time.
"Jack, come back!"
He says something back to me that was not able to make out. Then he turns his head away from me and...
I look back down the street toward my house. I see Ty.
He's in the middle of the street --bawling.
I've run off and left him. Ty's worst nightmare (he's a bit of a mama's boy).
So here's our status:
Jack's speeding toward the second busiest street on base, Ty is in the middle of our street, crying. I'm standing halfway between both of them, and "J", my neighbor is on his roof putting up Christmas decorations.
I'm sure he saw it all.
You be the judge.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I've been a shoe snob for about 8 years now. I'm not exactly sure how it all started, but one day I found myself at Payless Shoe stores. I needed a pair of dress shoes. I walked out empty handed and with my nose a little too high in the air.
I had reached a point where I couldn't buy cheap shoes any more.
After that found myself buying Clarks, Born, Asics, Sanuks...
And hasn't just affected me.
It has affected my family as well.
My sons in particular.
They have never worn a pair of shoes purchased at Walmart, Kmart, Payless, any grocery store.
They ware brands like: Crocs, Stride Rite, Buster Brown.
If I haven't heard of the brand, it doesn't go over their socks.
I'm not proud of this.
It's something about myself that I'd like to change.
I see how it has hurt my family... financially.
I'd like to tell everyone that even though I turn my head to affordable footwear, I am not a germophobe. I didn't freak out yesterday when I saw my sons putting their mouth on the cart at Walmart. I was ok when the cute old lady kissed Jack on the mouth in the beginning of flu season. I didn't pass out when Ty ate a skittle off of the floor at Old Navy.
And. I am ok with used shoes.
I've started my recovery process by buying the boys shoes off of ebay.
Yes, they are still $50 Stride Rite shoes. But I'm paying way less then that for them. It's been a pretty good place to buy Jack's wide shoes and just fun to find Ty some cute leather shoes.
Ty isn't able to wear Jack's shoes. Otherwise I probably would not see any problem in spending $55 on a pair of shoes that would be worn by both kids. That's only $27.50 each!
Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.
And thanks to all of you who have supported me through this process.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thanks Amanda for sending this home for us to enjoy.
(Jack is "Jack" not "Jackson" on this list)
(Mike --deep tone in his voice)
Come here. I need to tell you something very important.
Do not put toys on your brother and then try to walk on them."
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Copyright 1996 Concordia Publishing House
3558 S. Jefferson Ave., St. Louis, MO 63118-3968
Manufactured in Colombia
Here is what some of the lines are:
To His disciples Jesus said,
"Do not get in their way.
Let the children come to Me.
I tell you, let them stay."
When Jesus spoke those caring words,
The little children stayed,
Then went to Jesus, full of trust --
They weren't a bit afraid.
When Jesus took them in his arms,
He patted them and smiled,
Then lovingly He blessed them as
He prayed for each young child.
What would you say to Jesus if
He came to visit you?
Would you smile and welcome Him
And say, "How do you do?"
Now if you really knew He was
The Lord to whom you pray,
I'm sure you'd thank Him for the things
He gives you every day--
Like sun and rain to make plants grow
And loving folks who care;
For food and clothes and cuddly pets
And friends who say, "Let's share!"
We finish reading the book.
I turn to Jack and ask him, "Jack, what would you say to Jesus if he came to our house?"
Jack thought for a second, takes a breath like he is about to answer my question, then releases it without any words coming out. He's staring down at some books so I ask him again.
"If Jesus came to see you, what would you say?"
He finally answers. "I'd say, 'It's good to see you.'"
"What else would you say?"
"I'd say, 'It's REALLY good to see you.'"
"Ok, that's good, but what else would you say?"
"I'd say, 'It's GREAT to see you.'"
I told him that was good. At least he's learning some manners. He was still thinking about the question a second later and told me that he'd say: "It is good to meet you" to Jesus.
Jack's thoughtfulness was probably not an uncommon response.
It's not an easy question to answer. It's one that should be very seriously considered.
Rev. 3:20 says:
"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me."
What would you say to Jesus if He came to visit you?
Monday, November 9, 2009
We spent Halloween weekend in College Station, TX watching the Aggies beat up on Iowa State.(whoooop!)
Monday, October 26, 2009
"Ty, do not do the washing machine on the stairs."
"Ty, don't do it. You could fa...."
"Do you see why you are not supposed to do the washing machine on the stairs? It's dangerous."
"Now go all the way upstairs before you do it again."
"Ok Ty, now you can do the washing machine."
**washing machine is this dance that the boys taught us tonight. Arms in front of the body, bent at a 90 degree angle. Hands made into fists. Rotate torso at the waist. Possibly from Veggie tales??? Anyone know where they picked this up?
Thursday, October 22, 2009
And I am not getting on here tonight to type something awesome. Nope. Just to apologize. Sorry you have come here and there is nothing new. Mike, as most of you know, is in Little Rock still. Should be back home this weekend.
I'm so glad.
Jack and Ty are so glad.
You should all be so glad, because: Mike said that he misses the blog when I don't put anything on it and when he gets home we are going to make time for me to get on here and be funny.
And. I've decided that I am going to start doing punctuation my way. I'm going to toss out most of what Mrs. Greiner taught me all through high school and write like I'm thinking. If my brain stops mid sentence, then I will put a period before the thought is complete. It will look. Sort of. Like that. If it is too hard to follow, give me some feedback and I'll consider going back to using standard grammatical rules.
Tonight I'm feeling a little bit ornery. I had to look that word up to spell it and I had no idea it started with an "o" not an "a". Huh. Still looks weird.
Jack, I think, just turned 15. He's been speaking ugly to me. He has this aggression or rebellion or something inside him that comes out at all the wrong times. He'll be walking by Ty and stick his arm out to close line him, for no reason. I'll ask him something and this deep (as deep as a three-year-old can muster) voice growls at me "Yes, 'MAM!!!"
The other day Ty was sitting on the floor in front of him, Jack was in a chair, and Jack kicked him in the back. I don't think he knew why he did it.
What do I do with this?
I know, I've been doing the same thing I normally do for disobedience, but it doesn't seem to make any difference in the behavior of this wild man.
Maybe it's just me. I've been a little on-edge the last 3 weeks or so.
I'm not crazy, I'm pregnant.
Yes, we're excited. I'm a little overwhelmed right now with my two wild boys at home. And Ty? Ty is my favorite age: 18-24 months. He's sweet. Come January, a two-year-old will replace my sweet Ty. Then what? Then I will have a 3 year old and a 2 year old and be 4 months pregnant.
Lord help me!
What have I done.
Good news. Mike will be here. (maybe)
I'm on the last 48 hours of Mike's 6 weeks of training in Arkansas, and going a tad crazy. Talk to me next week and I'll sound normal again. I'll be thrilled about having another little one on the way and my boys will once again be sweet and my man will be here taking care of things.
Aren't you glad men don't get emotional like women? I AM.
I don't think I could handle living with someone as nuts as me. And! Imagine if we were both hormonal at the same time! The divorce rate in America would quadruple.
One of my favorite things about Mike is his stability.
So.. to recap... I'm pregnant. (Not exactly the way I thought I would announce it, but ya know.)
Mike will be home soon and the blog will get updated more frequently.
Pretty good for not posting tonight.
Friday, October 9, 2009
We are back and moved in at the camp house. Jack fondly nicknamed Mike's temporary living quarters, "The Camp House" when we were here three weeks ago. I decided to go with it instead of calling it "Dad's house" or "The house that Daddy is temporarily living in while he does his work in Arkansas." The former seemed like it could be confused in the little boys' minds as a permanent separation, and the latter was too many words.
We did not bring any toys with us this time except for the two Buzz Lightyear action figures (dolls) we got at a garage sale last week. On the way out of town we acquired two plastic beakers with our kids meals from Chickfila. That's it. That's all we came up with.
We left Lego's and a toy construction set with Mike so we have that. Jack wasn't treating the toys well this morning and had them taken away from him. So... that leaves us with either TV or creative play.
Here we are playing hide and seek. Mike was hiding (sort of) we were seeking.
We are about to head out to the library on base, then home to read books, lunch, nap and then out to dinner and a football game. We are going to watch Pulaski Academy's homecoming and Coach Kevin Kelley -the coach who never punts.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Ok. What really happened? He bit her.
I told him he could not go to Cubbies until he learned to act right.
So. We packed up his bag and he came and sat on the floor, in the corner of our room where I was teaching... he sat there for about an hour. He did pretty good. Stayed in one spot and was quiet.
I told him AFTER church we would go apologize to his teacher (the one he bit). I wanted to give him some time to think about it.
He was pretty somber for the rest of the evening until we got in the car. Then he started talking to me. He said:
-every word is true.
I told him that I preferred if he would just not bite anything but his food --period.
Teamwork? Where did he get that?
On a serious note, it is really cool to see the change of heart he has. He's really a very sweet boy. Sometimes he just loses it.
Monday, September 28, 2009
There's nothing like spending your birthday in Jacksonville, Arkansas... nothing.
Here are a couple of pictures from yesterday. We celebrated Mike's birthday at Mom and Dad's house. He said he wanted cupcakes so I made him some.
There was quite a flame on top of that cake!!!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Little Rock had a trolley that runs from North Little Rock, across the river, around the river area and over to the Clinton Library. It's a pretty cool deal. The kids were free and for a dollar (each way) adults could ride. How fun does this look?
Don't you love how Mike is sitting in the next one? How cute is that? It's like he is eight. He doesn't know I took this picture. It will be a surprise to him when he reads the blog... surprise Mike!